leonard_eccentric
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Right now I’m sitting next to my recently turned 7 month old who is sleeping on our floor bed in our small studio apartment. There’s music playing out of a speaker on the kitchen counter that we listened to as I danced him to sleep. The light outside our front door is peaking through the kitchen window and onto my body.
I’m about to crawl into bed next to him to sleep for the night. Sometimes he wakes up 2-3 times to nurse. Sometimes it’s a split night. And sometimes I wake up in the morning and realize we slept 7-9 hours straight.
And here, right now…. I realize I’m living a moment that I will eventually wish I could return to for just a moment. He won’t always be this little. We won’t always be cuddling together at night. He still fits in the c-curl. I know this isn’t forever and even though it’s been hard having a baby in such a small space, I know I’m going to look back at this time and wish I could re-live it for just one day.
I’m about to crawl into bed next to him to sleep for the night. Sometimes he wakes up 2-3 times to nurse. Sometimes it’s a split night. And sometimes I wake up in the morning and realize we slept 7-9 hours straight.
And here, right now…. I realize I’m living a moment that I will eventually wish I could return to for just a moment. He won’t always be this little. We won’t always be cuddling together at night. He still fits in the c-curl. I know this isn’t forever and even though it’s been hard having a baby in such a small space, I know I’m going to look back at this time and wish I could re-live it for just one day.